RayneReed’s room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of his bedside lamp. The bed smelled like him—warm, familiar, safe. His head rested on my chest, his long, luscious hair spilling over my bare skin like silk. One of his arms was draped over me, holding me close as if I might disappear if he let
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